Page 21 of Lion’s Den

Owen pulled out the chair across the table from her and sat down facing the door.

Seconds later, David joined them, carrying a blanket. He wrapped the warm blanket around her and glanced at his brother. “Where’s Cam?”

“Making tea for Sedona. Adrenaline dump.”

Ha. So what she was suffering from had a name. Nice to know what to call this besides out of control shaking that embarrassed her in front of the tough guys.

“Might need to get your first-aid kit, too.”

David straightened. “Who?”

“Cam. He says it’s nothing.”

The sheriff rolled his eyes. “He could be missing a limb and still call it nothing as long as he was mobile. Just like a few stubborn deputies on my payroll.” He stared pointedly at Owen.

He grinned. “You shouldn’t talk about Elliot that way when he’s not here to defend himself.”

“Look in the mirror, bro. Your stubbornness is the same as Elliot’s.” He headed for the door again. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

By the time David returned to the interrogation room with his first-aid kit, which was a mirror of Owen’s, Cam was five steps behind him with a to-go cup of tea for Sedona. David eyed the steaming liquid. “That isn’t coffee.”

“Nope. Herbal tea with a teaspoon of sugar.” Cam handed the cup to Sedona and turned to his boss.

“I hear you’re injured. Let’s find out how bad before we decide if you need more medical help than we can provide.”

Cam’s jaw tightened. “Yes, sir.”

Owen signaled his friend, and a moment later, Cam had unloaded six weapons onto the table and stripped off his shirt.

Sedona forgot about her own problems the second she saw the angry red line scoring the top of Cam’s chest. She set her tea on the table and pushed off the blanket. “Oh, Cam,” she murmured, gaze locked on his injury. How could she have missed this when he was holding her in his arms? “Will the table hold your weight?”

After a quick glance at the piece of furniture, he nodded.

“Sit down, please.” She looked into his eyes. “May I touch you?”

His eyes twinkled. “Absolutely. Any time.”

She flashed him a grin. “I need something to clean his wound.”

Owen unzipped his kit and David’s, pulled out antiseptic wipes from both, and handed them to Sedona. When a ruckus broke out nearby, accompanied by shouts and curses, he motioned for his brother to go on. “I’ve got this.”

Sedona ripped open the package of alcohol wipes and pulled out the cloth. She set it on the wrapper in order to tug on rubber gloves. Sedona picked up the wipe again. “This will hurt, Cam. I’m sorry.”

“I’ll be fine. Just do it.”

Taking him at his word, she applied the wet cloth to his wound. Ignoring his quick hiss, she quickly cleaned every inch of the long wound. “I’m not a doctor, but you probably need stitches. I’m also concerned about infection. I bet the shooter didn’t sterilize his bullets before using them.”

He shook his head until he caught sight of Owen staring him down with his arms folded across his chest and an eyebrow raised. Cam groaned. “I should have kept my mouth shut.”

“Too late.” Owen narrowed his eyes. “I’ll take you to the hospital and interview both of you while the doctor is working on you. How’s that for service?”

“Wonderful. You should receive employee of the month.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He gave a mocking bow. “I will pass along your glowing recommendation to my brother, the sheriff.”

Cam chuckled despite his obvious irritation at their insistence that he go for further medical treatment.

Sedona finished taping gauze over the angry red line marring his muscled chest and threw away the trash.